Thoughts from a small rock out in space by Syd Weedon

I saw you in my dream, my love

I saw you in my dream, my love.You were beautiful and young,the way I remember you.I remember your dark hair –your lovely shape,your body that was worththrowing my life away.You were that good.You wouldn’t speak to mein the dream.You looked into an emptyhigh chair –the baby we never had.

You said nothing and hurriedaway, in the grand hotelwhere we were, surrounded bybeautiful, well-dressed people.You got on the elevator.I watched you, and that’swhen I lost you.I tried to follow youbut I lost you. I lost youon the elevator.Maybe you had to go –maybe you had no choice,but I wish you would have stayed.I wish you would have let melove you again.

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I’m just a guy. I’ve had several careers and worked more jobs than I care to remember. Mostly I’m a writer and photographer who cares a lot about the planet and how we deal with each other. I’m a news junkie, sometimes poet and fiction writer who compulsively photographs the world around me.
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